Revolutionary Army Headquarters, Baltigo, the White Soil Island
Dragon hurried back and immediately called a meeting with all the Revolutionary Army commanders.
He told them about Moya and the threat he posed.
"Do we have a traitor among us? Damn it, I'll find him and drag him out!"
Sabo was like a keg of gunpowder, ready to blow at the slightest spark. He shouted furiously.
"Calm down, Sabo. I trust our comrades. According to Moya, he should have a companion with a prophetic Devil Fruit ability."
Dragon calmly reconsidered Moya's attitude and tone when he had spoken.
"Then this is far too dangerous. Our headquarters has already been exposed."
Belo Betty, commander of the East Army, said with a grave, worried expression.
"We need to find a location for a second headquarters. We can't put all our eggs in one basket."
Lindbergh, commander of the South Army, spoke in a loud, raspy voice, acting like a walking version of League of Legends' Ziggs.
"Can't we just kill Moya outright? Otherwise, this threat will always remain."
Karasu, commander of the North Army, spoke in a hoarse voice, cold and merciless.
"We're not confident we could pull it off. We don't know how many other preparations he's made. We'd have to be willing to expose this island and Kuma's secret."
Dragon responded gravely.
"Then let's get him to join us. And even if he won't join, we should make sure he ends up completely opposed to the World Government."
Karasu, their strategist, had a shrewd gleam in his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"Spread word of the threat he poses to the World Government. Ideally, we should also link him to us."
"That sounds like a good idea. I could tell his Conqueror's Haki was triggered by Roger. That's a good thing. And he helped us formulate a strategic plan.
"We should also spread the word that he hates the Celestial Dragons and wants to build a peaceful world for all races."
Dragon wasn't going to worry about honor among outlaws when the Revolutionary Army's interests came first.
"We could also spread the news that he has a companion with a prophetic Devil Fruit ability. That'll make him a hot commodity.
"When he's powerless to resist, he might even join our big family."
Karasu spoke in a calm voice, but his words were devious.
"Good! Let's do it. Let's see if he dares threaten us again."
Belo Betty, commander of the East Army, and Sabo, the chief of staff, immediately approved.
"Good, then it's settled. Have the Publicity Department release these stories at once. Spread them through both the underworld and the legitimate world."
The Revolutionary Army's machinery of state began to move.
New World.
Aboard the Moby Dick.
"Pops, how could a guy like this turn up in a backwater place like East Blue? He's got all three types of Haki, and his first bounty was 100 million Beli. Hahaha! The Navy really is useless."
Marco, commander of the First Division, burst out laughing.
"According to the reports from our men, his Conqueror's Haki began awakening at Roger's execution. They say his first burst of it knocked out hundreds, maybe even a thousand people."
Vista, commander of the Fifth Division, read from the intelligence in his hands.
"Word's also going around the underworld that he has a companion with a prophetic Devil Fruit ability. No idea if it's true."
"Who cares if he does? All we need is the freedom to sail wherever we want."
"Wonder if Ace has caught that bastard Teach yet!"
Whitebeard paid no attention to the news. He took a long swig of his drink.
"Let's have a banquet, boys!"
Aboard the Red Force.
"This kid's something. Hey, Mihawk, what do you think of him?"
Red-Haired casually tried to put an arm around Hawkeye, but Hawkeye dodged him.
"I saw him during my trip to East Blue. I also saw Straw Hat Luffy, whom you mentioned, and another promising swordsman.
"I just didn't expect Moya to awaken all three types of Haki so quickly."
Hawkeye spoke in a cool, resonant voice.
"Then he'll be the biggest test Luffy faces on his pirate journey. Hahaha! Drink up!"
On Whole Cake Island.
"Moya's a handsome young man. He could make a good son-in-law. Not bad, not bad. Which of you will go recruit him?"
The Three Sweet Commanders below remained silent.
At last, Charlotte Perospero, her eldest son, answered.
"Mama, let's wait until he enters the New World. He might not even be strong enough to reach the Grand Line."
"Hmm, true. Mamamama!"
On Onigashima.
"How can a brat like this have Conqueror's Haki? This world doesn't need so many kings."
Kaido of the Beasts cursed drunkenly, deeply displeased.
"Governor-General, should we go kill him right now?"
"Wait until he comes to the New World. A guy like that might just end up at the bottom of the sea."
Queen held a cigarette between his lips as he toyed with the machinery in his hands, speaking with scorn.
Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
"A person with prophetic abilities? Is it true? Have we found out where this news came from?"
A grave look crossed Sengoku's face.
The World Government had gone to great lengths to conceal the century-long Void Century. He couldn't let the Moya Adventure Group cause any trouble.
"Another one who hates the Celestial Dragons and wants to build a world without slaves?"
Tsuru looked over the latest reports from the underworld and the legitimate world.
"We need to eliminate the threat while it's still small. Send a force at once to wipe out Moya and his group."
Admiral Akainu Sakazuki spoke coldly and mercilessly. As a believer in Absolute Justice, he couldn't tolerate a single pirate.
"Yikes, scary. Have they already used their prophecies to find out how long I've been slacking off today?"
Admiral Borsalino clipped his fingernails and spoke lazily with a crooked smile, even blowing on one nail.
"Kizaru, get serious for once! And you, Garp—how dare you sleep during a meeting!"
Fleet Admiral Sengoku flew into a rage and slammed the table in two. Chaos erupted at once.
The Underworld.
"So it was you, kid. You dared to fool me! A prophetic Devil Fruit? Pure Gold? Hahaha..."
King of Deep Storage Umit narrowed his eyes and fell into thought, considering whether to work with Moya's group or swallow them whole.
The other Underworld kings hurried to verify the source of the news.
On the Grand Line.
"Three types of Haki, and a person with prophetic abilities?"
A voice filled with wisdom rang out, then disappeared into the sandstorm.
Aboard the Yanhuang.
Moya rummaged through the boxes and finally found Smoker's number.
"Buru-buru-buru~"
"Hello, you bastard."
"It's me, Moya. Smoker, listen carefully, damn it! Tell Marine Headquarters right now, immediately, to remove the 'Pretty Boy' nickname from my wanted poster, or the Navy and I are going to have a problem."
Moya was furious—truly furious—as if the Navy had dealt him a grave insult.
Pretty Boy? What kind of ridiculous nickname was that?
"Hmph, Moya, don't forget you're just a pirate. And you dare call the Navy to demand answers? You've got some nerve."
Smoker wasn't the least bit intimidated. In fact, Moya's call was already making him angry.
"Give me Marine Headquarters' number, damn it! I'll—"
"Beeeep..."
The Den Den Mushi withdrew into its shell.
Yes, Smoker had hung up.
Moya kept taking deep breaths, his eyes dark with anger.
Think I'm an easy target, do you?
You asked for this.
The members of the Moya Adventure Group watched Moya's anger, and no one dared poke the bear.
"Captain, there seems to be something up ahead."
Jango, temporarily serving as lookout, shouted.
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